Episode 17

It was not enough to distract me from my growing fury, but it did create a definite pause. The bastard dared to address me once more, "I'm not so sure you'd be able to stand right now, let alone feed by force." He had a point, but that did not stop the rage that grew with every self-satisfied smile flashed at me. "So, pipe down and make yourself comfortable, sweetheart, because you're in no position to make any demands." He said the last bit with a wave of his hand.

The room got extremely silent. You could hear the insects chirping outside. Ryn had covered her mouth. Khaleel looked as if he might vomit. 'Granny' just sat there, mouth agape, staring at Alaric as if she were seeing this man for the first time. I blinked at him. The authority that radiated from his aura caused a chill to cascade down my spine. I blinked at him again. It was all I was in the position to do, and he knew it. Everything he said was true, so in all things that are fair, he was right. He had won.

That did not stop me from reminding him of his place, though.

For the sake of being kind to those in the room who did not offend me, I tried to keep my composure. I was able to make it to my feet, but it did not seem to cause him to flinch a single muscle. Who is this man? What is this man? "You know not whom you speak to, boy?" That word seemed to strike a nerve. His eyes flashed delightfully. Tasty. "Once I am fully functional, I could kill you faster than your little girlfriend can blink. All your kin as well. Trust me, too, when I say there is a great possibility of that becoming a reality due to your complete and utter disregard for the kind of respect I expect and am to be given!" I started naming off things as I put each finger down, "One: You were completely unprepared and awoke me in a haphazard manner, effectively causing my current condition."

Ryn let out a small groan at this, but I was not quite finished yet, "Two: Your horrendously obvious and quite blatant disrespect toward me." He was still smiling. Was this a joke to him?! "Three: You approach me with reckless abandon! Four: You speak OUT of turn!" Try as I might, it was too late. The rage was bubbling over, infiltrating the room with heat. "And FIVE!" He was standing there staring at me with that grin on his face. He decided to walk toward me. Is this man serious?! "You are an ARROGANT FOOL!"

The world started spinning, and I faltered. Waves of electricity extended throughout my body, originating from my arm. My sight steadies, and I notice the sensation began where Alaric was holding me steady. Skin touching skin. I jerked away out of reflex and nearly fell once more. Alaric was there quickly by my side before I hit the ground. He scooped me up and sat me back down with an "Easy there." For all his musculature, the way he handled me was extremely gentle. Everything about this man exuded such strength that you would not imagine he could be capable of a touch so... tender.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down and relax." He raised his hands up for a moment as a small gesture of peace. I dared not take my eyes off him as I glared. The power he held as a subordinate was not to be taken lightly, and I did not trust him. This was dangerous. These things I felt around him were hazardous. "You know, you're a real hot head. I thought Ryn was bad." He chuckled, and Ryn grumbled. "Save your strength! Big bad Ancient can't even stand for five minutes." I parted my lips to retort; however, he seemed to sense this and beat me to it, "Look, you can always punish me later. Promise." I was infuriated with being interrupted, but the promise of future punishment would suffice for his current list of transgressions. Deals are rather fun to be made--especially one so vague.

At this, Granny, once again, spit out her drink. She was not unaware of the smile that slowly spread across my face. The room's attention shifted to the old woman as she began to sputter again. She looked between him and me between gasps before composing herself enough to speak, "Alaric Black! Do not speak so lightly. Spoken words are binding!" The sweet lady looking out for her boy. So cute. It was too late, though. Already spoken. Sealed and bound. He gave her a questioning gaze, and before he could talk, I cleared my throat. Successfully, things were pulled back to me.

Their eyes danced amongst each other, none too eager to volunteer as my snack. Khaleel was the one who stepped forward toward me. Bless his heart. He was so irritatingly heroic and helpful. How noble. I wanted to toss him out the window but refrained and gave him as disarming a smile as I could muster. Beckoning him forward to me with my outstretched hand, he began to move but paused. Very unsure of what was about to happen to him, he swallowed hard before he pushed on with his approach.

He gets close enough for me to reach him, and I grab his outstretched hand, pulling him toward me and onto the couch. His wings sit to each side resting, with one touching my backside. He noticed and readjusted. I winked at him. "Do not worry, love. I won't bite too hard. Just lay back, try to relax, and enjoy. Let me do all the work. If you tense up, the beginning of the bite will be painful for you." At that news, he took another big gulp. Ryn and Alaric exchange glances, and she mouths, 'Enjoy?' to him, and he brings his shoulders up and allows them to fall in a quick and fluid motion.

Khaleel nodded to me to signal that he was indeed ready. He closed his eyes and laid back on the couch, trying his best to remain relaxed and composed. I could see the vein in his neck so obviously. It was large and oh-so inviting as it pulsed with every beat of his heart. Angel was not my preference, but it was much better than Demon Blood. That stuff was so thick it was barely palatable, like sucking on a puddle of mud. I let my fangs elongate and heard some gasps. This caused Khaleel to tense up. His apprehension would not last long. I could get a knife to break the skin and feed that way, but what is the fun in that? I like to remind people who is really in control. It was also much fresher, taken directly from the vein. Once the air touches it, its flavor starts to die.

A smile spread across my face at the thought. I gently slipped my hand into his hair and then grabbed a fist full of it. Pulling on it provided me better access as it caused his head to go back further. He smelled decent. I hope he tasted the same. Decent. Slowly, I sunk my teeth into his flesh. He let out a gasp as they broke the skin. That was followed by a shiver and a moan of pleasure as my fangs sank deeper in. He started breathing heavier. After a brief period, his breath began to waver, and he let out another low and husky moan that almost sounded more like a growl. Maybe it was? I could barely believe it, but I was tasting Lycanthrope's savory, earthy tones.

I could feel my power return to me as his blood helped fuel each cell in turn. Vitality was gradually growing within. Such a beautiful mixture of creatures. My astonishment was gradual as my senses slowly returned. They had hated each other. Literally hated each other! Each species constantly fighting each other. It was never-ending, or so I had thought. It was unmistakable. An Angel and Lycanthrope hybrid? It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was fresh and new. It left this tingly, fiery sensation coursing through me.

Khaleel started to become increasingly limp in my arms. Oops. I guess it was time to let up. I gently pull my fangs out of him so as to not tear his tissues. Delicately, I use a fang to pierce my fingertip and then retract them back into my mouth. I place my bloody finger on each hole, successfully sealing them shut. Getting up, I gently lay the heap of a man on the couch. Aww. His orgasm made him pass out. Sweet little baby. Cannot hang with the big boys. I smiled. It was rather satisfying to me that it has this effect on people. Always amusing and leaves prey feeling all they had was a wet dream. Too bad my children did not possess this power.

Ryn ran to Khaleel and dropped herself to the floor next to him so she could look him over. I fought hard and won a battle against another eye roll. She was horrified by what she just saw. I have done nothing but shake this girl to her core and make her wet since I woke up. Still, as gratifying as that was, I attempted to reassure her, "No severe harm was done. He will wake and recover from the effects soon. His trousers cannot be saved, though, I'm afraid. A feed can produce a powerful release for some." I gestured down at his pants, and her gaze followed. Instantly, she got red in the face and popped up off the floor. She was flustered, there was no doubt. The front of his pants by the zipper was wet, and a bulge was still present. She strutted away while shielding her eyes. What a prude.

Looking over at the distressed group in the kitchen, I smiled. I truly enjoyed my brief time with them here and will appreciate the memory later, but it was time for me to go. I itched to rediscover this Earth, so curious as to what it had been up to while I was dormant. Unfortunately, this thought was soon followed by a knock on the door.